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Monday, February 6, 2012

A Vocation Poem

"How do you know?"They ask meLooking at me withEarnest, questioning eyes."How do you knowWhen God is calling?There are no beckoning lightsCleaving the skies?"

"How do you know?"Their words probe deeply,Reviving anew the memoriesOf the years:Then was the world before meFor my choosing--Its beauty, fame, and love--There were no fears.And yetThe taste of fame that beckonedLost its savor;Ambition's drive seemed suddenlyTo wane;And love--Love grew too large for lovingWithout pain.

"How do you know?"They ask me"How did you know that GodWas calling you?"How did I know?I cannot answer.I only know...I knew.